The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 176

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 176: It was a study in organization.

It was a study in organization. Lizzie was the opposite of Gary.  He was hoping that he could slide a little extra out of the system and she seemed terrified that someone might thing she was attempting to steal pennies.

As James worked, he found himself amused by the personalities that actually came through in simple reimbursement forms.  Even what people spent money on while traveling told more about them than he thought they realized.  James wondered what the people around him learned about him from the basic forms he filled out over the years.  He suspected it might tell a bit more about him than many of the forms he had to fill out when joining the program.  He somehow doubted anyone took the time to go back through those very pedestrian files to find out that much about him.

As the day wound down, James found himself becoming more and more excited about the end of the day.  He tried to tell himself that it was pointless to get excited.  He was just going on a quick tour to see if the facility would work.  He would ask questions.  And even if he did agree to a membership, so what?  It wasn’t a life changing experience. It was a potential return to doing something he enjoyed once a long time ago. 

Still when he shut down his computer and gathered his things to go, James found his steps eager and light.  He said his generic goodnights to his assorted coworkers and climbed into his car.  Idly James wondered if Tucker was still following him.  While moving from the apartment to the office, James could look in the rearview mirror and spot him, but he was fairly certain Tucker made his tail obvious at least to James.  He didn’t notice him now.  If he was following then he was being far more discrete. 

“I suspect that if he is and he objects I’ll get a phone call,” James decided.  He dismissed thoughts of Tucker as he negotiated his way across town and to the site of the club. 

The Health club was in an older part of town.  The area looked a little worn around the edges and James suspected that even though the club was a bit on the high end, it wasn’t as fashionable as some of the newer clubs.  There was something that felt a little old-fashioned about it.  It seemed less a place where people would go for yoga and palates and more like where he would see older men sitting in the steam room.

As James parked in the lot, he wondered if that would be a help or hindrance in his blending.  Would people looking for him expect him to go towards one of the modern, higher end health clubs? There had been several more upscale places in the city, but none of them had a pool or if they did, the hours weren’t what he wanted.  He suspected since they didn’t know if his pool requirements, they would be the more obvious choices for him if anyone was still watching.  James dismissed the concern for the moment and got out of his car.  The drive from his house to here wasn’t bad.  As he walked to the door he mentally figured out the time he would need to get between the two if he were to swim in the mornings. 

“Possible,” He decided as he reached the door. With time figured out, everything else would depend on what he learned from Samantha.

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